Sometimes

Sometimes i am so angry at the unrealised cruelty of human beings and of friends. Of how we hurt one another so easily and move away so quickly. Of how little we realise the damage we inflict on those who have made themselves vulnerable to us (even without intending to) and how often when we do finally realise it, we do nothing. It's too hard, or complicated, and we don't bother.
and then our failure to reach back, to lift back up the soul we crushed... it makes me mad. becase they just have to lie there in their hurt, alone. And then the pharasees come by, and the saducees. the people who judge and look and scorn and also do not stop to help, because it's too messy. and there is not always a good samaratin, and sometimes the good samaratin is too late, and our friend has withered up and died.
i want to hurt the people who hurt, and chase down the people who walk away. i want to clobber into their thick heads some sense of what they do, and how much better they could do. how much better and greater a person they could be. because they're not bad people. they just aren't big enough, or willing to stretch far enough (because granted, it hurts and its scary and you don't know what you'll end up looking like).
and the fact is... even when the good samaratin does come, and they look after the wounds... i don't know if the wounded will never forget that pain, or who gave it to them and then walked away without coming back. and their blood is still lying on that road, and who's going to walk back and clean it up? And who would meet them there if they did?
i don't know. those who go back... i don't know how often they are met there...or how often they just go and stand in the ruin of it all and cry alone. mourn alone.
i despise people who are so caught up in their own world that they don't see the worlds of others which they contain, and ought to keep a watch-care over.
i despise the people who hurt my friends, and don't do anything about it. but i cannot walk away from them myself, or i will be the same.